blackmailing stepbrother!gojo into fucking you by dangling something he doesn't want the parents to know over his head. he gulps when you stand between his legs and put your hands on his chest and lean closer than what's appropriate as you whisper to him: "want my big brother to take my first."
he tried to stop you. he did. but now his face is scrunched up and he is whining as you ride his dick. you're so greedy with it. taking him deeper and grinding until your clit catches on his happy trail.
and he begs. he begs you not to cum on his cock. he begs you to get off when he feels it —
"don't — I-I don't wanna cum inside my sister." he whispers.
but you don't listen. and he couldn't bring himself to push you off as he frothed up your insides and blinked back tears.
The apple didn't fall far from the tree when Sukuna had you. A girl version of the brooding man, you were equally as confident and attractive, though maybe even more fucked up.
It was hard to know for sure.
Sukuna never tried to hide his lack of morals from anyone, wearing the trait instead as a badge of honor. He reveled in the way others would whisper about him as they watched him out of the corner of their eye, steering their daughters away from him because they knew what he was like. Everyone saw the way he looked at you, his own daughter—lidded eyes that stared for longer than they should, shamelessly ogling what he considered to be the best parts of you.
When his friends would comment about how well you "filled out" after you grew up, he wouldn't chide them. He'd just laugh and agree.
"She's mine, course she looks good."
What people didn't see was how much you fed into his behavior. It was a secret piece of knowledge that Sukuna kept to himself, not wanting to risk it getting out to the wrong people… like your mother.
You were the only good thing that came from his union with "that woman," as he called her.
His perfect daughter that never wore pants around the house, opting instead for a pair of panties and a tank top. You were so sweet to him, bending over in the fridge to give him a nice show while he had his breakfast. Sleeping naked with the door opened so when jerked off he could get a view of your bare pussy, still slick from touching yourself—preferring his hand and the idea of his daughter over the body of his wife.
But as perfect as you are, you sure as shit know how to piss your old man off.
Veins are bulging in his hand from how hard he's gripping his phone, glaring down at the screen as he replays the video you sent him for the fifth time. Your high pitched moans are flowing from the speaker, all whiny and desperate, as whoever you're with points the camera right at the place where he's sliding inside you. The flash is on, giving Sukuna almost too good of a view of the way your virgin cunt is swallowing the boy's underwhelming length.
Slut.
That was the first word that came to his mind when he'd opened your message—"my first time :)"
"Home. Now." He'd replied curtly.
Your knees are aching from being pressed into the floorboards for so long, but they don't hurt nearly as much as your jaw which has been stretched wide for the same amount of time. Sukuna pushed you to his feet less than a minute after you walked through the door, slapping you once across the face with a single command to 'open up.'
The gags coming from where you're choking on his dick between his legs are merely a distraction as he watches the pathetic way you're getting fucked on camera.
"You could've just asked if ya wanted your daddy to fuck you like a whore," Sukuna's anger is evident in his tone and the way he presses his cock impossibly harder into the back of your throat.
Your nose is buried in his untrimmed bush, his natural musk filling your nose as you struggle to breathe. Drool is already spilling from your lips and down to his heavy balls from how long you've been forced to cockwarm the man with your little mouth.
Sukuna finally closes out of the video, opting to open his own camera now. He makes sure you're captured in the middle of the frame, the flash on as well so he can see the pretty tears in your eyes, the sweat on your skin, the way his dick is shoved between his bratty daughter's lips. "You look good like this, baby. On your knees, mouth filled with my cock," Sukuna muses. "Got you to shut up too. Might have to show Fushiguro."
Sukuna grins wickedly when he sees the way your eyes widen. You don't know what you'd do if a photo like that got out—the tell-tale tattoos around your father's thighs being particularly incriminating.
"What? Now you don't like bein' in the spotlight?" he goads, pulling you off of him until just the tip rests on your tongue. You're coughing immediately, but the second you're about to take your first real breath of air, Sukuna is thrusting back down your throat.
"Yeah, get my dick nice and wet like that—gonna regret it if you don't. Means it'll hurt more when I fuck your ass."
"Mmmfg!" is what your strangled attempt at protest sounds like. Even if you could get a word out, Sukuna wouldn't listen. You lost the right to him treating you nicely when you pulled your stupid stunt.
"You wanna go 'round whoring yourself out on camera, then you'll get fucked the way you deserve," Sukuna all but snarls at you before finally yanking you off of him for good. With one last shove, he sends you tumbling into the ground at his feet.
You hit the floor hard, your palms stinging from attempting to catch yourself. The whole time, Sukuna just stands there. With his cock in his hand, he's pumping himself slowly as he gets off on the way your naked form is sprawled out before him, trying to recuperate. "Face down, ass up, and spread yourself open f'me."
You scramble to do as he says, not daring to talk back with how stern his voice is. When you're finally presenting yourself to Sukuna how he asked, he wastes no time kneeling behind you, the head of his cock already kissing your entrance.
"Wait, dad, condom." You remember when you feel the warmth of his tip rubbing along your slit, smearing his pre into the arousal that already gathered there from him using your mouth.
"You really gonna tell your old man to wrap it up? Don't act like a fuckin' prude when I know you didn't use one with that kid."
He's right. But it's not the same, because 'that kid' isn't Sukuna. He isn't your own flesh and blood like the man behind you, slamming into your sweet cunt with a single punishing motion.
Your face rubs painfully against wood floor as you're sent forward with the force of his thrust. "Aah, fuck!" you wail, but Sukuna dismisses you immediately. The weak "Ow…" you let out after must have sounded too close to a moan for him to care.
The way your pussy feels so good around his dick almost makes Sukuna want to go easy on you, remembering how much he cares about his daugther.
Almost.
And then remembers that he's not the first person to know what your cunt feels like, and any hopes of being shown mercy from your dad melt away. He sets a pace so brutal that you're trying to crawl away from him, only for him to grab your hips tighter and pull you back. Judging by the footage of your only experience, Sukuna knows you can't handle it and that only makes him want to go harder.
You're whimpering so cutely, cheeks wet from tears and your lips from the saliva that keeps spilling from them. Everything burns. The stretch from your dad's fat cock inside your tight pussy, your already sore knees now starting to bruise, your neck stiffening as your head is bent at an uncomfortable angle. There's no plush mattress, no cushiony pillows to make you feel better as Sukuna pounds you into the floor so hard you think it might splinter into your skin.
Through it all, there's nothing you can do to prevent the lewd sounds that are slipping out of your mouth with a messy amount of drool that only makes you look even more like a pornstar. Deep down, you love this, he knows you do. You internalize all the insults that Sukuna throws your way because it makes the occasional praise he sings sound that much louder. Just as with the immense pain he's inflicting upon you, it only serves to make the pleasure that much better.
Your orgasm is building too quick for your own brain to keep up, rapidly reducing you to a puddle of moans and cries for the man that's destroying you.
"Daddy! I—ohh fuck, I'm," you mewl, eyes rolling back as your cunt starts to throb around Sukuna's girth.
"Yeah, I know," Sukuna grunts. Your hazy mind can hardly comprehend what he's doing when you feel him shifting around you. He adjusts his position with his cock inside you until your face is being trapped against the hardwood, pinned underneath Sukuna's bare foot.
The new angle is too much. No longer rutting forward into you, Sukuna is slamming down onto you, splitting you in half on his cock as he forces it unbelievably deeper inside you.
"Ohmygod, ohmygod, I can't," you sob, chest heaving as you cry harder. "Too deep, dad, wait—"
"Save it," he snaps at you. "This cunt is cryin' more than you, I know ya love getting used like the pretty slut you are. You're fucked in the head just like me."
He's not wrong. Within moments you're cumming so hard that you think you might pass out, your legs shaking uncontrollably as Sukuna finally starts to slow down.
"See? Makin' a god damn mess too." Sukuna sneers as he watches the way your pussy is starting to leak, creamy white slick coating his shaft as he slides out of you. "Your mom would be disappointed to know you turned out this way."
"Fuck off," you groan tiredly, not able to be bothered to care what your mother would think when you just had the best orgasm of your life.
Sukuna chuckles as he steps off your head, moving instead to rub his hand between your folds, gathering your slick on two fingers. You wake up more when you feel him circling the rim of your asshole, prodding at the tight entrance with every couple swipes.
"No, don't. I don't want to… not today," you try, having a feeling you wouldn't change Sukuna's mind.
He rolls his eyes, confirming your suspicions when he lazily pushes both fingers into your ass, ignoring the loud whine from you. "You say that but you don't mean it, look how well you're takin' these fingers. Can tell you want more." Sukuna slips his hand out of you before replacing them with the tip of his dick. "I know what my little girl needs."
It's almost adorable the way your asshole clenches like that would stop him from fucking it. And the way you whimper another 'dad please, don't." Pathetic.
When Sukuna presses his cock inside your tightest hole it's with an agonizing stretch. He didn't give you nearly enough prep to comfortably take someone of his size, and all of the cum and spit that's coating his monstrous length is doing nothing to ease the intrusion.
A sound halfway between a scream and a croak escapes you as you crumble under Sukuna's weight, slumping into the hard floor beneath you for the second time tonight.
"You need to loosen up, kid," he grunts, both hands spreading your cheeks apart to get a better view of his dick nudging inside your ass. The skin is taut and he can see the muscles tensing, trying to keep him out. It's causing him such difficulty that he wonders if it's even worth it as the friction starts to spread some of your pain to him.
But it's the only part of you that hasn't been corrupted yet, and he'll be damned if another man gets to it first.
"Fuck, it hurts," more tears pour from your eyes, dripping onto the ground below you. "Dad, I'm—am I bleeding?" You have to ask with the way it feels like you're being torn apart—you won't be surprised if the answer is yes.
"Nah, I'd fit inside a lot easier if you were though. Maybe you should," Sukuna muses, grinning when you writhe in his grip, trying to adjust to his size. "What, you don't want that?"
You're not even sure what you want.
You want this all to be over. You want Sukuna to leave you alone and pretend you never started this whole thing. But you also want him to make you feel good in every way that he knows how, even when it hurts and you're not sure you can take it.
Because your knees are not only bruised but now scraped from sliding roughly against the wood with each thrust you had to endure. Your throat is sore from crying and shouting and gagging on your dad's cock. And still, your pussy is so soaked that it's leaking around nothing, producing more slick as Sukuna's hips inch to yours, until you're flush together once more.
"Never felt anything this tight," Sukuna groans, his entire length now buried inside your ass. It's so warm and squeezing him perfectly, he's not sure he'll ever want to fuck anything else again. With an experimental roll of his hips, his dick feels like it's pressing all the way into your stomach, making you whimper and squirm.
The pressure is unparalleled. He's everywhere, overwhelming you from the inside out until all you can think of is him.
All you can smell is his cologne and sweat. All you can hear are his grunts and groans, the sound of his skin slapping against yours when he pulls out half way before slamming back in. And all you can feel are his fingers digging into your flesh, his girth spreading you open so wide and deep that it's dizzying.
"Play with yourself for me, baby." His voice is raspy, laced with exertion and strain from trying to hold himself together. Your body fits him much better than your mom's. "Told ya to loosen the fuck up," he lands a searing slap to your ass that makes you yelp.
You have to lean onto your shoulder in order to snake a hand under you, reaching for your clit with a weak finger. Your neck is stiff, crooked at an awkward angle, and the poor thing feeling like it's going to snap when you try to look between your legs as your fumble around. Sukuna's moving faster now, reaching a steady rhythm that only serves to throw you off as you try to touch yourself.
But eventually you find it—the right amount of pressure on that perfect spot which brings you just enough pleasure to forget all the ways in which your body feels like it's falling apart. Finally you relax just the slightest bit, allowing Sukuna to rut into you easier.
"Thaaat's it. See, feels good when you listen to your daddy."
"Mmhng," you mewl, unable to find your words. You can't bring yourself to focus on anything more than trying to breathe through your punishment until you can get rewarded with another climax.
"You let that boy fuck you here?" He already knows the answer.
"N-no," you reply, your voice shaking.
"Good," Sukuna growls. "Stupid girl. Fuckin' pissed me off today," he emphasizes the sentiment with another harsh slap to your ass. He puts all his strength into it, watching as the skin immediately starts to well up.
He knows he's broken you completely when you don't even cry out at the impact, instead your breath just catches in your throat, followed by a sniffle.
Tears and snot stain your face. Spit keeps pooling in your mouth and it seems like you're never able to swallow it all down, leaving some saliva to constantly dribble out between your lips and onto your chin.
"Need a picture of this next time, should see how well this ass is takin' my dick. Knew we'd be perfect together." Sukuna is rambling on now, lost in his own thoughts as you're lost in your second approaching orgasm. "Made these holes just for me. No one else."
Sukuna can feel the blood rushing in his ears, drowning out the rest of the room. He's teetering on the cusp of his orgasm, only holding on by a thread because he wants to bask in the feeling of you for as long as he can.
But then you're cumming again. Shuddering and gasping on the floor as your arousal seeps onto your hand, sticky and warm. Your muscles tighten up so much it makes Sukuna hiss as you clamp down around his cock and he knows he's done for.
"Should breed that pretty pussy, fill you up. You want that?" In a twisted sort of way, it's comical how quickly you panic, snapping out of your cockdrunk haze at his threat.
"No! Please no, dad, you can't," you beg him, trying to appeal to the side of him that you know loves you as his favorite and only daughter.
"You're lucky this hole feels so good," Sukuna grumbles, "fuck but you'd look so good pregnant with my kid—might even give me another girl. You don't wanna share your daddy with a sister?"
You don't. You don't want to share him with anyone. That much is clear when you feel his hips still, his balls twitching once before he's spilling inside you. It's a weird but addictive feeling when warm spurts of cum begin to coat your insides, making it easy for Sukuna to finally slide out of you.
The worst part of you wishes that your mom wasn't even in the picture. You would be fine with just Sukuna to take care of you, relying only on him and knowing that he only has you too.
"Shit, look at that," Sukuna breathes, admiring the way your gaping hole is now leaking white spend. It's thick and slow as it slides down towards your cunt.
He can't help himself when he reaches forward, gathering as much of his seed as he can onto his fingers and pushing them inside your pussy. Sukuna doesn't stop until he's reached the last knuckle, reaching as deep as he can.
"What…" you cough, the fatigue finally catching up to you as your eyelids grow heavy. "What are you doing?"
"Just couldn't waste it," Sukuna murmurs, pumping his fingers languidly in and out of you. You look so spent, your skin bruised and red, your pussy lips all puffy and sore and smothered in slick.
If you were all his, he'd make sure you looked like this everyday.
Come next morning when you wake up in your bed, your body shows the evidence of your night though red scratches and purple splotches. But you've been showered and tucked under the sheets, a testament to how gently Sukuna cleaned you up and brought you back to your room. It was confusing after he'd treated you so roughly.
Maybe he felt bad.
But then you remember the way he pushed more and more of his release into your cunt despite your tired moans of protest. And when you try to tell yourself that it will be okay because it's different than if he'd really came inside you, you remember what he said when he laid you down for bed—about how he got your mom pregnant on their first night together.
All your life, you've always looked up to your older brother. You admired him and always said how much you wanted to be like him. So, on your birthday, he says he has a special present he'd like to give you in private. You trust him. Which is how you find yourself with his cock in your pussy and his hand over your mouth. "Happy birthday, little man." He says as his cock twitches. He's about to breed you. Claim you. "Let me show you how much I love you~"
this is SO nasty but. oof that hero worship dynamic
ahem anyway anon u caught me in a writing mood so hERE GOES
i barely know how i got here, since it seemed like it happened so fast. he brought me into his room and shut the door behind me, and within seconds he had me pressed face-first against a wall with his big strong hand coming up to cover my mouth, fingers digging into my jaw slightly to keep me in place. but i don’t even scream anyway, more like a surprised little yelp. still, he shushes me gently, brushing my hair out of my eyes with his free hand before reaching downwards.
i wiggle in confusion as his hand reaches my waistband, but another deep, quiet “shh” from him is enough to make me go still. i’m not stupid, i know what he’s trying to do as he unbuttons my jeans and pulls the zipper down. but i’m the most confused about why it feels... right, deep in the pit of my stomach, to have his body pressed up against mine, keeping me pinned to the wall with the height and weight he has on me. i try to turn my head to look at him, but his grip on my jaw tightens just as his other hand wrestles far enough down the front of my underwear to slide two fingers along my virgin slit, making me shiver and whimper into his palm.
“good boy,” he whispers approvingly, and i can hear the smile in his voice. it makes me melt. my eyes flutter shut as he slides one finger, then two inside of my leaking cunt, but it feels like more of a courtesy than anything with how quickly he pulls them out and shoves my jeans and briefs down my quivering thighs.
he unzips his own pants, and has to widen his stance a little and bend his knees in order to align his cock with my hole, but then he’s pressing it in and oh god it hurts. it’s so big, stretching my poor unused pussy, and i try to tell him so, wincing and whimpering into his hand, but he doesn’t stop. he comforts me as he splits me open, his familiar deep voice soothing the stinging stretch a little, and he just keeps going. he keeps going until, simultaneously, his hips hit my ass and the head of his cock hits my cervix. a perfect fit.
it doesn’t stop hurting, but that doesn’t stop me from giving in and letting him take what he wants. he fills me so completely with every fluid thrust inside, making my little cock throb and my breath leave my lungs. as i get wetter, he fucks me harder, bringing me up onto my toes, only keeping balance because of his hands on me.
i can’t take it. it’s so much, my big brother’s cock pounding my pussy, and i groan into his palm as i cum harder than i ever have before, my pussy clenching around his shaft and gushing, squirting a puddle onto the floor between our feet. he moans loud in response, his hold on me tightening as he fucks into me as hard as he can, the wet squelching noises of my messy cunt being drilled making my face burn with shame. but i hardly have time to think about it as he bottoms out and whispers in my ear.
“happy birthday, little man. let me show you how much i love you.”
his cock throbs inside of me, and i can feel him filling me up with his cum. my knees buckle, but he keeps his grip on me, holding me tight as he empties inside me, breeding me raw and deep.
your dad, satoru “you cryin?” gojo, making you feel better after a bad day based on this request <3
cw : father-daughter incest, cunnilingus, overstim, creampie, daddy kink sorry but come on, slight dumbification
satoru was the best dad. at least you thought so.
but you learned very early on that your relationship with him was different than other peoples' relationships with their fathers. that much was obvious after a couple conversations with your friends.
for example, when they wanted something from the store, their dads said maybe they could get it when it was their birthday. satoru would just hand you his card with a smile, telling you to go grab it before it sells out.
when your friends wanted to go out, their dads would scrutinize their outfit choices, urging them to opt for something more conservative. satoru would tell you how hot you looked, making you give his hungry gaze a spin before suggesting that maybe you should just stay in with him.
and when your friends got a bad grade, or had a particularly rough day at school, their dads would tell them "that's life." satoru couldn't imagine being so nonchalant toward his darling daughter, essentially telling you to just get over it.
no, satoru always takes it upon himself to make you feel better when you have days like that—like today.
when you get home, you're buzzing with irritation. your teacher had given you a C minus on your paper. a C minus! even after you'd spent so much time on it, researching and writing until the early hours of the morning.
you can’t believe it.
you swing open the front door and drop your backpack on the floor, the loud thump causing your dad to come investigate what's going on.
"oh sweets, what happened?" he coos, scooping you into his arms when he notices the frown on your face and hears the frustrated huff you let out.
"my dumb professor gave me a bad grade on my paper," you mutter, hooking your arms around his neck.
"the one you spent so much time on?" satoru's incredulous tone tells you he's just as upset as you are—if not more.
he can't have this. and as your dad, satoru knows exactly what you need to feel better.
you need to be spread out atop his bed, your heels digging into his back and your thighs squeezing his head tight as he buries his face into your dripping pussy.
he's been lapping at you for what feels like hours.
and your dad is always so messy when he's eating you out. practically making out with your cunt, his tongue sliding between your folds before his lips latch onto your clit, sucking it into his mouth with a lewd slurp. you can hear his haggard breathing between each suck, desperation oozing off of the man in waves as his fingertips dig into the soft flesh of your ass.
"dad s-stop, too much," you mewl, pushing at his head.
slick has started to drip down to your asshole and onto the mattress, a consequence of orgasm after orgasm being forcefully ripped from you. no matter how much you tug on satoru's hair or try to shove him away, he's too strong. you're completely at his mercy until he's decided that he’s had his fill of you.
he pulls back for a moment, crazed blue eyes looking up at you before spitting right onto your cunt. you squirm at the feeling of the wet glob rolling down over your slit.
"you can handle it, baby," satoru runs two fingers along your pussy lips, smearing the spit around before pushing them slowly into your tight hole. "you're doing so well. A+ from me," he smirks, finding himself funny.
"oh god, haah, w-wait," your legs are shaking and you feel tears pricking your eyes.
"hmm?" satoru hums, watching you closely as he starts to pump both fingers in and out of you. he knows it's a lot, he knows his baby is so sensitive, and he knows you think it's too much—but it's not.
it's not too much until you're so fucked out that you can't think.
but it hurts. your clit all puffy from being rubbed and slapped, then pulled between satoru's lips. and your poor hole has been stretched open over and over by your dad's long fingers.
finally, when you can't take it anymore and those shiny tears start to pour down your cheeks as you clench down around satoru's fingers and cum for the umpteenth time, he knows you've forgotten about that silly grade.
"aww…" he tuts with mock sympathy, fingering you through your climax as you shake and moan. "you cryin'?"
all you can do is sniffle and weakly groan, the daunting task of forming a complete sentence to reply being too much for your poor brain at the moment.
satoru laughs against your twitching cunt, his nose nudging at your clit while he pampers your sopping folds with kitten licks. swipe after swipe of his tongue working to clean you up.
a sigh of relief escapes you when he finally pulls away but not without leaving your pussy all red and sore. satoru has to take a moment to admire you sprawled out before him, your eyelids fluttering shut, heavy with sleep, and a sheen of sweat on your forehead. his hands caress your waist then slide down to your knees so he can gently spread your legs further apart, allowing him to shuffle in between them.
satoru is so uncharacteristically quiet that you hardly think anything of the way he's positioning himself until you feel the heat of his cock nestled between your folds. a slow roll of his hips drags his length along your slit and he shudders from the feeling. so warm, so wet.
gripping the base of his cock, satoru taps the underside against your clit—quick little hits that make you stir, your attention being pulled back to him. both of you are entranced by the view where your bodies meet. webs of translucent slick cling to satoru's dick as he teases you, making your cheeks sear with heat.
“dad, please,” you beg, grinding your hips. “please, i need you.”
it's embarassing how messy your cunt is now after all the times your dad made you cum in his mouth. your juices and his spit mix together with the pre that's leaking from his flushed tip when he glides his cock back and forth along your cunt.
satoru laughs again, finding it humorous how just a couple minutes ago you were complaining about it being “too much.” all it took was the feeling of his cock rutting between your folds for you to get greedy again.
“i know, i know. you’re gonna be so full baby, i promise.”
"just—" you hesistate, your hand gripping his wrist while he aligns himself at your entrance.
"just?" satoru shifts, moving to balance himself above you on his free hand. the change pushes him forward slightly so the head of his cock nestles itself inside you, just past that ring of resistance. you whine at the intrustion while he groans at how tight you feel.
"ah—s-sensitive," you hold onto him tighter, "be gentle, please?"
satoru nods fervently, white locks clinging to his forehead already while he watches the way your body is sucking him in. truth be told, he didn't really hear what you said, he was too focused on the way you feel to listen. which is why instead of pushing himself in nice and slow, he snaps his hips forward in one fast motion making you cry out.
"f-fuck! s'too big, wait—”
"no, no it's not too big," satoru gasps, leaning his full weight into you until he's sure every last bit of him is buried deep inside your pussy. you're writhing beneath him, the sudden fullness being too much too fast after his prior treatment. "it's perfect, you're perfect—this is what you wanted, remember? my sweet girl, love you so so much."
that's what he says, but the way he fucks you is like he hates you. his thrusts are cruel, his hips slamming against your pelvis with a force that nearly knocks the air from your lungs. satoru's cradling your head into his chest with one hand and squeezing your hips with a bruising grip in the other.
"shit, so tight. h-how? made you cum so much, fucking squeezing me," satoru's rambling on between grunts as he continues to plow you into the mattress.
and all you can do is squeeze your eyes shut and take it.
you endure every ruthless, animalistic thrust as your dad bullies his cock into your abused cunt until the painful stretch and overstimulation morphs into something palatable. and then you drink up every inch of pleasure that satoru gives you until again, you're cumming for him.
you moan helplessly as your nails dig into his pale skin and your trembling legs lock around his hips that continue to fuck you through your climax.
"oh my god, oh my—dad!" the words escape you with a broken sob and the sound alone is enough for satoru to shatter.
hearing his daughter's honeyed voice calling out for her daddy while she creams on his cock is maybe the most obscene and romantic thing in satoru's twisted mind.
"daddy's here, daddy's got you," he croons with a final push of himself into you. "gonna cum, ah fuck.”
you squeeze your legs even tighter, keeping him deep inside your spasming cunt while you milk him for everything he's worth.
it feels so good to be able to turn your brain off while you get filled up, your daddy's cock still twitching inside your pussy while his cum starts to seep out.
"feeling better, sweetheart?" satoru breathes, peppering kisses along your collarbone and shoulder.
Cw: (pseudo) incest ((not if ur freaky like that)): 
HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT….older brother yuuji or izu….WALK WITH ME WALK PLEASEEE…it’s the same as daddy but just younger, more playful/youthful, there’s like so much to be explored….
we are freaky like that in aali ville fret not!!
ive talked a little bit about older brother izuku before !! nomnom everyone thinks you’re like weirdly close because of how protective izuku is of you. you’re off limits to his friends but they don’t really bother to try flirting with you after a while because you’re always clinging onto your brother. clambering into his lap in the middle of parties, letting him pour drinks down your throat, letting him feed you and sucking the sauce or juice from his fingers after.
think the only friend he’s really allowed you to be gross with is kirishima cause he’s defo walked in on the two of you before and stayed to watch.
i think that izuku is like … the type to cry if you get a boyfriend as your older brother. he wouldn’t try to scare your bf off but would manipulate you in secret “are you sure you even like him? you have me.” or “what can he do that your big brother doesn’t do already?” sneaks into your room in the middle of the night and cries about it into your neck while he’s stretching you open on big fingers stuffed into your cunt :(( you have to comfort big brother izu n tell him you’re a big girl now
“big girls don’t need help being prepped then.” he’ll say, turning mean and biting down on your cheek. “they just take it, right?” pulls his fingers out before you have a chance to cum on them, and slides into you half hard waiting for your warmth around him to get him all the way there. grinning softly because the burn has you turning your head to cry into the plushie he got you for your twenty first birthday :(
mom and dad listening to their youngest son being bred by their oldest in the other room, completely ignoring the littles cries for help. as they get ready for bed, they casually talk about the noises filling the house.
theres small squeals and whimpers, and then little bro suddenly lets out a high moan, "i think he just came again." dad comments, eyes still on their bedroom TV. "what number is this now? i think i counted 3 so far."
moms in their bathroom brushing her teeth. she leans over to spit in the sink and listens to her eldests muffled grunts. "im not sure. i hope he can keep up, poor baby. i think his brothers been pretty pent up lately. he may be in for a long night this time."
"theyre both young boys. both got too much energy sometimes, really this is best for both of them. tucker 'em out for bed."
the sound of the bed squeaking continues to travel down the hall while big bro chases his own orgasm. he fucks a few long hard thrusts before finally grinding his cock deep inside his hot cunt, and creampies him full with a groan. little bro is whining and shaking as he pauses to catch his breath, his hips still softly humping into his sloppy little hole. "you feel so fucking amazing hah mmm you have no idea how much i needed this. im so in love with your cunt, bubby. thank you for helping your big brother, ill make sure to fill you up good, ive been saving my cum just for you- just for tonight." moments pass before the sound of skin slapping skin fills the home again- followed by little brothers cute moans.
moms joined dad in bed now. their youngest is begging him to "please, slow down! please! its too much! i cant take anymore!" while dad continues to mindlessly channel surf, his hand now in his boxers fondling himself. their eldest grabs his face and says to "shut the fuck up already. ill finish soon, i promise." while mom is scrolling on her phone, her fingers lightly rubbing and pinching her nipple over her nightgown.
little brother is nothing but a stress relief toy to be used by big brother throughout the night, and his parents get too hot and bothered overhearing them to put a stop to it.
cw incest : older brother sukuna who makes you sit on his lap while he shows you video after video of all kinds of porn.
he likes watching the way you twist your face up in disgust at the particularly gross videos—the kinds with girls tied up in the most uncomfortable positions, getting used until they’re a ruined mess covered in spit, sweat, and cum. sometimes piss.
then he always leans in closer and tells you how much prettier you’d look if you let him turn you into a girl like that.
if you ask him to stop or say he’s being weird then he’ll be sure to pull up an incest video next, making you watch some guy pound his “sister” into the mattress.
see, it’s not weird! everyone does it, so why don’t you let him?
Hi angle. Sweetie I read that your request were open? 👀 Would you mind if I asked for perhaps a Lucerys x littlesister!reader ? Something with like Luke being a yandere and little sister reader not realising it and just being all wrapped around his fingers cause he's her older brother that she just admire and love so much? And she just cockwarm him and let him fuck her all the time ? 👀
(If you don't feel comfortable writing it I understand completely!!)
˚⟡˖ ࣪✩₊˚.⋆ Naive Girl ˚⟡˖ ࣪✩₊˚.⋆
╰┈➤ Yan!Lucerys Velaryon x Sis!Reader
✦ ──────── ᖭི༏ᖫྀ ──────── ✦
╰┈➤ Warnings: cockwarming, yandere behavior, naive!reader, smut, Inc3st, jace joining In because I can’t help it.
╰┈➤ Words: 0.9k
╰┈➤ I couldn’t restrain myself from added jace- apologies.
“It’s what I’m supposed to do,” those words always slipping from his lips.
It’s been years since Luke has been straight forward with what he wanted, from hand holding and kissing to using you like his own personal toy. You’re the definition of beauty to him, in every way imaginable. Kind natured, gentle and soft and most importantly innocent and naive. There’s nothing that turns him on more then seeing your eyes plead up at him, glossy with tears and a trusting gaze.
He’s only recently started to fuck you— He snapped once he couldn’t wait to touch himself. You’d be in your room with him one night, reading to yourself while he’s by your side and playing with strands of hair below your shoulders. Then on thing led to another and your on top of his lap, thin silky dress wrinkled up to expose your bare skin so he can trace his hands over.
“Luke,” you whispered against his lips. Your body started to stir around to find something — you didn’t know what it was. Inside you felt odd, hot and sweaty with a tightening grip in your low range. “I feel weird.” you admitted
Luke is there to teach you everything your mother tried to hide from you, her only daughter wasn’t to be corrupted by the world. Or, so she thought. Of course he did his job as to explain what was happening and gave you a opportunity to leave but you were too needy to figure out how to stop the growing pain.
“You like this?” his teeth nipped at your ear while you rested against his chest. Back facing him, legs spread apart while your dress was tossed somewhere on the floor. “Tell me how it feels.” He demanded. Thicker fingers entered your pussy making you sound wet and squishy, you’re practically leaking onto the sheets and your own thighs. Luke was a nice guy, so he started off slow for you.
You started to whine while keeping a hand clasped over your mouth. He told you this was only for him and you to share, what every brother and sister do but can’t let others see. It wasn’t wrong, no, the gods wanted you to do it. “Good, s’good.” The words hanged on your tongue sweet and honeyed while moans kept pouring out.
That’s how it started, him fingering you when you’d give him those cute puppy eyes. He just couldn’t resist so he did it everywhere— anywhere. In the halls away from prying eyes of course, fucking you with his fingers or eating you out; messy and sloppy. The thing about Luke is that he loves your taste and can’t get enough.
He has you doing everything under the sun together, even visiting brothals to get new ideas. He once threatened a woman to cut off her hands if she touched him.
“Sit still,” he cursed when he felt you shift onto his lap, your dress up in the back but kept down in the front to make it look like nothing was happening. He was studying the history of his title and wanted you to keep him company, and what better way then to sit on his cock like a good girl and stay still?
“Sorry, can’t help it,” it was pathetic how small you sounded. You never could say no, always wanted to please him for his pleasure and yours. It was your job to take care of him and make sure he stays happy and healthy!! Because if you didn’t, he could start to hurt with all his cum staying inside…Luke had told you a horrible story of what could happen if you didn’t give yourself to him.
“Be a good sister and stay still,” you tried not to whine but you couldn’t help it, there was only so much you could take. He felt how tight you clinger to his cock, how warm and heated your insides were, how fucking soaked you are. It was torture for him, as well as you as he held himself back from fucking you into the table.
Until he caved, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning you further back into him and began to thrush into your warm heat. It was a library and it was easy to get caught if you were being too loud. Your big brother wanted to get caught deep inside you, he wanted everyone to know that you’re going to be his bride one day.
That only his cock can make you cum.
It was no guard that caught the sight. No maester, not a servant or a maid, not even another lord. But a familiar man with dark curls and pale skin, one that matched Luke’s. His hand rested upon his sword and lips on a smirk when you caught his gaze.
You tried to tell Luke to stop but he just turned his head, no interest in stopping. “Leave us, brother. Can’t you see I’m busy.” Jace didn’t care for being told to leave.
So he walked closer until he was at your side, right next to the chair and laid his hands on your chin. His hold tight and forceful, yanking you to look up at him, with those sweet teary eyes. “Didn’t know you could be filthy, let him fuck you with no engagement.” Luke huffed in question as you moan and bounce with each thrust.
“If I had know you like getting fucked by your brothers cock, i would have been quicker to join.” His hand took ahold of yours before placing it on the tent of his pants were the hardened member poked out.
Jace looked over at his younger brother, “mind I have a turn?”
¡!Don’t repost my posts on other websites, don’t translate them, theses are for me to publish on my own!!
You sat on the edge of your bed, legs spread shyly, your face burning hot as Aunt Yuki knelt in front of you with a gentle smile. She looked so pretty and confident, her voice soft like warm honey as she watched you fumble with your own fingers.
“Easy, baby,” she cooed, tilting her head. “Don’t be so tense. Mommy’s little girl is all grown up now, but you still need your auntie to teach you how to make that pretty pussy feel good, huh?”
You whimpered, nodding awkwardly, your voice coming out all whiny and small. “Y-Yuki… I feel stupid. I don’t know how…”
She laughed softly, reaching out to stroke your thigh. “Shhh, none of that. You’re doing so well just by listening. Now, start slow. Use two fingers and rub your clit in little circles. Gentle at first, like you’re petting something soft.”
Your hand trembled as you obeyed, brushing your fingertips over your swollen clit. A tiny gasp slipped out and Yuki’s eyes sparkled with pride. “That’s it, good girl. Keep going. A little faster now. Look at you, getting all wet already. Does it feel nice, sweetheart? Tell auntie.”
“It… it tingles,” you whined, cheeks flaming. Your hips twitched without meaning to, childish little sounds escaping your throat. “Yuki, it’s embarrassing… I’m making a mess.”
She leaned in closer, her breath warm against your skin. “Rub it harder, baby. You’re such a sweet, eager little thing. Making auntie so proud.”
You followed her orders, rubbing faster, your breath coming in short, embarrassed pants. She kept praising you, telling you exactly when to dip a finger inside yourself, how to curl it just right.
“Two fingers now,” she ordered gently. “Slide them in slow. Feel how tight you are? That’s perfect. Pump them nice and steady while your thumb keeps playing with your clit. You’re doing amazing.”
You were a whiny mess, hips rocking clumsily, little cries spilling out. “Auntie… it feels weird… I can’t stop making noises…”
Yuki smiled wider, her hand resting on your knee to keep your legs open. “I know, baby. Let it out. You’re my good girl. So obedient and cute when you’re playing with your pussy like this.”
Just as your thighs started shaking, the door creaked open. Your mom, Shoko, stepped in, her eyes widening for a second before a lazy, hungry smirk tugged at her lips.
“Well, well,” she murmured, closing the door behind her. “Looks like Yuki’s giving lessons again.”
You squeaked, trying to close your legs, but Yuki held them open. “M-Mom… wait—”
Shoko didn’t wait. She moved between your legs, gently pushing Yuki aside with a playful look, then dropped to her knees. Her hands gripped your thighs firmly, spreading you wider.
“Relax, baby,” she whispered. “Mommy’s here now.”
Her mouth descended so slowly, pressing a soft kiss right on your dripping folds before her tongue dragged through them in one long, lazy lick. You cried out, back arching. She took her time, licking and sucking gently, savoring every inch of your pussy. Her tongue circled your clit with teasing strokes, then dipped inside you, fucking you with slow thrusts.
Tears pricked your eyes almost immediately. It felt too good, too overwhelming. “Mom… Mommy, it’s too much… I’m gonna cry…”
Shoko hummed against you, the vibration making you sob. She ate you out so patiently, so filthily, slurping softly and moaning at your taste while Yuki watched with a pleased smile, stroking your hair.
You were a complete mess, whining and childish sobs mixing with desperate moans. “Please… it feels so good it hurts… Mommy, I can’t nnghhh!”
But she kept going, slow and steady, building you up until you were shaking and crying freely, tears rolling down your flushed cheeks. Right when you were right on the edge, she pulled back just enough to slap your soaked pussy with her palm, sharp and wet.
You yelped, a fresh wave of tears spilling.
Another slap. Then another, lighter but still filthy, making your sensitive clit throb.
“Come for mommy,” Shoko ordered softly, then dove back in, sucking your clit hard while slapping your pussy one last time.
You broke, cumming with a loud and teary wail, body jerking as she licked you through it, drawing out every last shaky sob until you were a dripping, crying little wreck in their hands.
Imagine a super horny older sister, who just can't keep her hands off of her little brother. No matter how many nights in a row, she told herself she'd stop
The house was quiet, save for the faint hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak of the floorboards settling in the night. Too quiet, she thought, her heart pounding in her chest as she stood in the dimly lit hallway. Her bare feet padded softly against the cool wood, leading her to the door at the end. His door. It was slightly ajar, just enough for the faint glow of the moonlight to spill out onto the carpet. She hesitated, her fingers tracing the edge of the frame, the weight of her own need pressing down on her like a vice. This is wrong, she told herself for what felt like the thousandth time. But the truth was, the wrongness only made it harder to resist.
She pushed the door open a little wider, her breath catching at the sight of him. He was sprawled out on his bed, the sheets tangled around his legs, his chest rising and falling with the steady rhythm of sleep. Innocent, she thought, biting her lip. So innocent. And yet, it was that very innocence that drove her wild. She couldn’t explain it, couldn’t rationalize it, but the longer she stood there, the more her body seemed to ache for him.
She stepped inside, closing the door softly behind her. The room smelled like him—clean and warm, with just a hint of the cologne he’d started wearing recently. It sent a shiver down her spine, her nipples hardening beneath the thin fabric of her nightshirt. God, what am I doing? she thought, her palms sweating as she approached the bed. I should leave. I should turn around and walk away. But her feet kept moving, one step after another, until she was standing right beside him.
Her hand trembled as she reached out, her fingers brushing against his cheek. So soft. He stirred slightly, his lips parting as he exhaled, but he didn’t wake. She took that as permission, her touch growing bolder as she traced the line of his jaw, her thumb brushing against his bottom lip. So perfect. She could feel the heat radiating off his skin, and it only made her want him more.
Her other hand found the hem of her nightshirt, pulling it up and over her head before letting it fall to the floor. The cool air kissed her bare skin, making her shiver, but she didn’t care. She needed to feel him, to have him, in a way that defied logic and reason. She climbed onto the bed, her knees sinking into the mattress as she straddled his hips. Please don’t wake up, she thought, her heart racing as she leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear.
“I can’t help myself,” she whispered, her voice trembling as she spoke. “I know it’s wrong, but I need you.” Her hands roamed over his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her fingertips. She could feel the heat building between her legs, her core pulsing with a need that was almost painful. How could something so wrong feel so right?
Her lips trailed down his neck, her teeth grazing his skin as she nipped at him softly. He stirred again, his breath hitching as her hands found the waistband of his boxers. This is it, she thought, her fingers slipping beneath the fabric. There’s no going back now. She tugged them down slowly, her eyes widening as his length sprung free, already hard and throbbing. God, he’s big, she thought, her mouth watering as she wrapped her hand around him, stroking him slowly.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his eyes fluttering open as he struggled to wake. “What… what are you doing?”
She froze, her heart skipping a beat as she looked up at him. He’s awake. Panic surged through her, but it was quickly overshadowed by the heat pooling between her legs. “I… I couldn’t help myself,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I needed you.”
He blinked, still dazed from sleep, but she could see the confusion in his eyes slowly giving way to something else. Desire. He reached out, his hand finding her hip, his grip tightening as he pulled her closer. “This is wrong,” he murmured, but his voice was heavy with need.
“I know,” she breathed, her lips brushing against his. “But I don’t care.” She kissed him, her tongue sliding against his as she pressed her body against his. She could feel the heat of him against her core, and it only made her want him more. I need this, she thought, her hips grinding against his as she deepened the kiss. I need him. He moaned into her mouth, his hands gripping her ass as he pulled her closer, his length pressing against her wetness.
She broke the kiss, her breath coming in short gasps as she looked down at him. He wants me, she thought, relief and excitement flooding through her as she positioned herself over him. He wants this as much as I do. She lowered herself slowly, the tip of his cock pressing against her entrance. God, it’s been so long.
“Please,” she begged, her voice trembling as she looked into his eyes. “I need you inside me.”
He hesitated, his grip on her hips tightening as he fought with himself. “We… we shouldn’t,” he whispered, but his voice was shaky, uncertain.
“I know,” she replied, her nails digging into his chest as she pressed herself down onto him. “But I don’t care.” She cried out as he filled her, her body stretching to accommodate him, the pleasure almost too much to bear. God, he’s so big, she thought, her walls clenching around him as she took him all the way in.
He groaned, his hands moving to her waist as he helped her move, his hips thrusting up to meet hers. He can’t stop either, she realized, a thrill running through her as she rolled her hips, taking him deeper with each thrust. This is what I’ve been craving.
“You feel so good,” she moaned, her head falling back as she rode him, her body moving on its own as the pleasure built inside her. I’m so close already, she thought, her breath coming in short gasps as she felt the tension coiling in her core. “Fuck, I’m going to—“
“Stop.” His voice was firm, cutting through the haze of pleasure like a knife. She froze, her eyes snapping open as she looked down at him. His face was flushed, his chest heaving, but his eyes were hard, resolute. “This… this can’t happen again.”
She blinked, her heart sinking as his words registered. No, she thought, panic surging through her. I can’t lose him. Not now. “Please,” she begged, her voice trembling as she reached out to touch his cheek. “Don’t push me away.”
He shook his head, his hands gripping her waist as he pushed her off him, his length slipping out of her with a soft, wet sound. “It’s wrong,” he said firmly, though his voice was shaky. “We… we can’t do this.”
She stared at him, her heart pounding in her chest as he turned away, pulling the sheets up to cover himself. He’s really going to stop me, she realized, desperation clawing at her. But I can’t let him. I won’t.
She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “You don’t mean that.” Her hand found his length beneath the sheets, stroking him slowly. "This feels too good to give up, lil bro."
You feel weird about it. Megumi sat you down and explained the whole thing to you yesterday. It is just like a hug, he said. A very close hug that helps him relax. And Yuji, too, vouched that it is nothing sexual at all.
Megumi has been extremely grumpy and frustrated lately. He never lets it out on you but you can tell nonetheless. He asked you to do this. You want to help him. If he'd ask you to hug or cuddle, you would do it, too. It is nothing sexual even if he is going to enter you. Megumi said so and he won't lie. He doesn't lie.
"You good? Are you sure you want to?" Megumi asks. His pants are already rolled down, his cock out and hard. You don't look at it, or him for that matter.
You are wearing a skirt, figured it would be the most practical attire for this. You give him a nod.
"I'll show you," Megumi says and grabs your hips, guiding you on his lap.
You let out a sharp breath when the hot tip of his cock comes in contact with your entrance. He takes his time, going in inch for inch.
"Nice and slow," Megumi rasps. "Don't want to hurt you, right?"
It takes a moment more until he is fully sheathed inside of your warm, snug cunt. He feels impossible close like this. It burns and tingles as he stretches you. Megumi relaxes instantly. "Ah," he sighs in relief. "So warm. I needed this."
"Hm," you look at the wall. What now? The feeling is so prominent, so dominant. You try to breathe normally.
"Hug me."
You wrap your arms around his shoulders and he lays his big hand on the back of your head, holding you. You are so close… so connected. It feels nice but… you feel guilty for how turned on it makes you. This is just an innocent thing, and you are dirty enough to get turned on by this.
"Just a close hug," Megumi says, eyes shut and head fallen back against the rest. Megumi grins, feeling your velvet walls clench and flutter. "No. No. No. That's no good, sis. Don't do that."
"S-sorry," you hide your face. You can't stop. You really try to think of something else but you're not able to. He fills you perfectly.
You stay like this for about half an hour, and your mind is spinning and dazed now. You can't really think. "'Gumi-nii.... how much more?"
"Just a bit. Feels so good and warm."
"C-can't," your voice is meek. "I feel--"
His hips jerk up as he readjust himself on the chair and you moan out. You feel so ashamed.
"Sorry... but did you like that?" Megumi asks.
Your lips trembles and you nod. You wish he would do it again. And like he hears you thoughts, he thrusts up again. Your moan is louder. "That feel good?"
You can't get yourself to tell him to stop because yes it does feel good. And just like that, you end up being bounced on his cock until you're nothing but a babbling mess. The hug turned into sex. All because you couldn't control yourself.
"You made this sexual," Megumi reminds you. "Your pretty pussy clenches so well around me. Maybe next time you cockwarm me... you can hold back, yeah?" His hands are on your hips.
╰┈➤ Request: “pretty please with cherry on top write smth with big brother yuji x hardcore rape or smth,”
╰┈➤ Tags: college/no curses, no edit, short-form, drabble, NSFW, dark, incest, drinking, noncon, good guy Yuji
Yuji is the sweetest big brother.
He dotes on you at every turn, especially since you picked the same university as your big brother. Yuji was so proud when you told him. Your brother walks you to your morning classes and back to your dorm every day. Yuji insists on carrying your backpack and any stray books you need to lug around. Being a freshman is hard, every gen-ed has a textbook that could double as a brick, and Yuji doesn’t want his perfect little sister to lift a finger when he deems it unnecessary.
Your brother also makes sure you have plenty of fun, that’s what these years are for right? He brings you to all of the upperclassman parties and drives you and your girlfriends home safe. Yuji doesn’t care much for drinking anyway, it’s more fun watching you in this brand new- and kinda scary- environment. Plus, if some guy thinks it wise to come up to you while you and your friends are having fun, Yuji needs to be sharp so he can punch him through a wall.
You’ll never forget the first party your brother ever brought you to, a waisted frat boy spilled his drink down the front of your dress. “Oops,” was his apology, “guess you’ll have to take it off.” Yuji reacted so fast, the last of the drunken strangers words got clipped by the sound of his teeth chipping.
Your heart races at just the memory, the flash of unmistakable rage melting from your brother’s face almost immediately when his attention turned back to you. Shushing you, brushing hair from your face and doing a once over to ensure you hadn’t caught stray droplets of that poor fuckers blood.
It’s not that Yuji’s clueless, he knows that bringing a cute little freshman to the big-kid parties will garner some unfavorable attention. It all evens out, though, when he gets to watch the liquor as it flushes your face and pulls at the hem of your already-too-short dress.
You get so needy after just a few drinks- needy for attention, needy for a dancing partner, needy for another red cup of fruity liquor. And your brother is always there to help.
That’s what he’s made for, Yuji thinks, to be all the things you need. So when the parties start getting slow and you’ve about reached you limit of alcohol before things start getting fuzzy, Yuji’s right there to offer you a steady arm and one last drink.
“I think,” you hiccup, “I think I’m drunk. Like- really drunk.” You extend your vowels in a way that definitely proves you point as Yuji sits you in the passenger seat of his car. You don’t have to tell him, he knows. He’s the one that refills your cup as soon as it’s empty.
You don’t notice where Yuji’s sitting you down until you’re falling back into the mattress. You fist the comforter at your sides, you’re not in your dorm room, you’re in your brother’s apartment.
“Did you have fun tonight?” Your vision is bleary and unable to focus, but you can see the outline of your brother above you. Yuji busies himself with the straps of your heels, but isn’t holding his breath for you to respond.
His hands feel detached as they settle behind your knees, like the skin he’s touching isn’t your own. Your limbs are deadweight, but Yuji is inexplicably strong and pushes your legs up to your chest. The tight dress you wore tonight falls at the front and your tits spill into view.
Yuji takes a moment to enjoy the sight of you in his bed, dress scrunched around your waist and panties long gone. Wait- where did your panties go? You don’t remember taking them off.
“W-wait Yuji, what’s- what’s going on?” The liquor sloshes in your head when your cheek falls to one side, it’s taking too much energy to keep up.
“Don’t worry, baby, I’m going to make you feel good. You trust your big brother right?” And you nod, because of course you do. In times where you can’t think straight, Yuji can do it for you.
A mess of pink hair tickles the inside of your thighs, and a wet-hot tongue is licking long stripes into your pussy. You squeal on contact, and a low groan rips from your brother’s throat.
“Such a sweet little girl.” He whispers into your lips, punctuating with an open-mouth kiss to you clit. He could lick at you like this forever, leave the strain in his jeans to drain all the blood in his head just so he doesn’t have to stop fucking his tongue into you.
“Want you, want you Yuji..” you’re words paw at him, pulling him up to meet your face. He’s got his weeping cock in his fist before you can say another word.
He’ll fuck you into his mattress all night, pump you full of cum, throw you through drunken, dizzy orgasms until your little body goes into tremors.
Because you get whatever you want when it comes to Yuji, because that’s what big brothers are for.
*kicks your door down with the force of a thousand waterfalls*
ICKY DAD ZEKE
╰┈➤ Tᴀɢs: Head cannons, incest, somno, noncon, DDLG, voyeurism I guess, rape!Daddy Zeke Yeager x fem!reader
╰┈➤ Nᴏᴛᴇs: I have no comment (lots of comments) about this disgusting (sexy) piece of shit (daddy).
Iᴄᴋʏ Dᴀᴅ!Zᴇᴋᴇ who is the devil incarnate, but not to you! He’s mean to you, of course, hypercritical and dismissive on a good day.. but if you’re really REALLY good (or really really bad) you can get lots of his attention.
Iᴄᴋʏ Dᴀᴅ!Zᴇᴋᴇ who never forgets to remind you that it’s you’re fault.
Iᴄᴋʏ Dᴀᴅ!Zᴇᴋᴇ who calls you his precious little rape doll.
Iᴄᴋʏ Dᴀᴅ!Zᴇᴋᴇ who picks out all of your clothes and lays them out nice and neat for you every morning. He always makes sure you’ve got a cute little pair of panties- sometimes a matching set- to wear.
Iᴄᴋʏ Dᴀᴅ!Zᴇᴋᴇ who sneaks into your room at night to kiss your pussy. He just came for a kiss, honest, but those little whimpers you make in your sleep are just too intoxicating. So you’re pulled from sleep by the feeling of his rough beard and lashing-hot tongue buried into your cunny.
Iᴄᴋʏ Dᴀᴅ!Zᴇᴋᴇ who loves whispering naughty words into your ear at dinner with his business associates. You’re little more than ornamental when Daddy takes you out, meant to sit pretty and bleary eyed whilst spoken around. Daddy rewards you with sips from his Old Fashion, which you sputter at the taste of but accept regardless.
Iᴄᴋʏ Dᴀᴅ!Zᴇᴋᴇ who’ll denigrate you to the table of his friends and associates until your start to well with tears. It’s his favorite game, and your prize for succumbing is Daddy patting his lap for you to crawl into and his thumb in your mouth. He doesn’t care what his company thinks, not when you nuzzle into his chest and practically purr into the hand that pets over your hair.
Iᴄᴋʏ Dᴀᴅ!Zᴇᴋᴇ who gives you a spanking whether you behave or not, he says it’s the best way to keep little girls docile.
Iᴄᴋʏ Dᴀᴅ!Zᴇᴋᴇ who’ll put you over his knee once his driver pulls out of the parking lot after dinner. “You’ve been such a good girl for Daddy,” he says, pulling your dress over your ass, “Maybe I’ll go easy on you tonight.” You yelp at the hand that comes down hard to sway your ass.
Iᴄᴋʏ Dᴀᴅ!Zᴇᴋᴇ who laughs at his own joke, he’s not interested in being gentle with you. He never is. ^.^
